The Faded Apartment

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The iron of my sword bit deep into the wet, rotting earth, anchoring me against the crushing weight of the air, which tasted of copper and ancient, stagnant honey, as the shadow that wore my own face lunged forward with a violence that was not quite human but possessed a terrible, rhythmic precision, and I found myself not fighting the man I had become, but the ghost of the man I had been, a...

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